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Showing posts with label cleaning. Show all posts

Monday, June 13, 2011

My Ideal Lifestyle


I am ready to love my life to the fullest, and in that spirit, last week I took my notebook to the park, and between pushes of the toddler swing my son insisted on riding, I wrote a detailed list of every thing I would like to accomplish on a daily basis.

It's a long list, but totally doable.

Every day I rise with the sun, get tea and breakfast started, and perform a devotional followed by daily guidance divination. I want to rise with the sun because sunrise is beautiful. Tea is important because I rarely get enough sleep and coffee makes me jittery. Breakfast is important for nourishing my brain and body. My devotional is my prayer of gratitude, talking to the Divine, and my daily guidance divination is one way the Divine talks back.

Every morning I write until my son wakes, after which I spend time seeing to my son's needs, including a fresh diaper or assistance using the potty, lots of cuddles, food, and drink. Then I take him outside, so every day we get fresh air and have the opportunity to enjoy this beautiful world.

Every day I sing to myself, my son, my family, and the people on the road beside me fortunate enough to also have no air conditioning. Singing is one way I express the beauty of my soul. It heals me, and helps me radiate love and joy.

Every day, I make something beautiful. Maybe a new craft, maybe a poem, maybe organizing stuff in a more pleasing way, or maybe just a beautiful presentation of the food I cook, as long as every day I contribute to beauty in the world.

Every day I nourish my body with plenty of water and delicious, nutritious, vegan food. Every day I break a sweat by working my muscles, getting my heart pumping, and expressing love for myself and joy for life in yoga, dance, or play.

Every day I learn something new, whether from reading, observing, or experiencing something in a whole new way.

Every day I say I love you, and every day I talk to a loved one.

Every evening, I make a delicious, nutritious dinner for my family, and encourage each member to talk about their day. This is my way of showing gratitude for their love.

Every night, I greet the moon, remembering how huge she is compared to me, and how tiny a space she holds in the enormity of the universe.

Before bed, I clean the kitchen and pick up the common room and my bedroom, because cleaning is an act of love, and waking up to a (relatively) clean house is a wonderful thing.

Before bed I clean my body, brush my teeth, moisturize my hands and feet, and rub my neck and shoulders, because I deserve to feel loved and pampered.

Before sleep I do my affirmations, co-creating my world with the Divine. I write and work after getting my son to sleep, and any time I can throughout the day, then nourish my mind, body, an spirit with six to seven hours of sleep before greeting the dawn.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Acts of Love - Cleaning

What would happen if, every time you took your family to a public park, you spent the first five minutes of your time there racing to see who could pick up the most trash?

What would your kids, and other people observing, learn from this game?

How would you feel the first time you went to a favorite park and couldn't find a single piece of trash to pick up?



When I was a kid...heck, up until I had a kid, I had no idea why I should clean up a mess I didn't make. Especially if no one asked, especially if no one would know I'd done it. What was the point of doing work without being paid, or at least recognized for it?

But since I gave birth, I've had to clean up after a little person who has no idea how to wipe his butt, and has yet to master the concept that bodily fluids are NOT suitable for use as paint. He can't clean his vomit out of the carpet, or do his laundry, clean his dishes...he still thinks it's more fun to dump all his toys on the floor and scatter them throughout the house than to put them away.

I don't resent him, or feel like I'm being cheated because I'm cleaning up his mess without pay or praise. (Okay, I may resent society a bit for not valuing the work I do in raising him, but that's a whole other post...)

It's funny how having a kid puts your whole world into perspective and teaches you things about yourself you never would have thought about otherwise.

Now I understand that cleaning is an act of love. When I pick up trash at the beach, I'm performing an act of love for myself, for my son, for all the people and creatures who visit the beach, for Mother Earth.

I love it when my son emulates me by throwing cigarette butts in the trash bucket. It reminds me that he is observing and internalizing every thing I say and do, and that so far, I'm doing good. <3